Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Bumpus the Badgered Gets a Little Wisdom
Rufus has a way of badgering us about any given topic if we do not make the plans he wants in the time frame he demands. Tonight, he was trying to strong arm Bumpus into staying home, while Boudreaux and the girls went to a soccer game.
Rufus: "Mama, Daddy said he might stay home from the soccer game. If he stays home, can I stay with him?"
Bumpus, already a bit annoyed at the badgering that had herewith commenced: "I did not say that I might stay home! I said I would see, which is not the same thing as saying that I might. I was avoiding an answer to your question because I dId NoT WAnt TO deCIDE YET!"
[Editor's Note: that loverly capitalization pattern is intended to illustrate Bumpus's rising voice.]
Rufus: "Sound just like Yoda, you do."
Rufus: "Mama, Daddy said he might stay home from the soccer game. If he stays home, can I stay with him?"
Bumpus, already a bit annoyed at the badgering that had herewith commenced: "I did not say that I might stay home! I said I would see, which is not the same thing as saying that I might. I was avoiding an answer to your question because I dId NoT WAnt TO deCIDE YET!"
[Editor's Note: that loverly capitalization pattern is intended to illustrate Bumpus's rising voice.]
Rufus: "Sound just like Yoda, you do."
Wisdom of Rufus #731
Referring to the fighting prowess of the litte green muppit on Star Wars, who was created when ET and Kermit the Frog had babies:
"Yoda's got mad, mad moves."
"Yoda's got mad, mad moves."
Sunday, July 29, 2007
At This Point in My Existence, I Have No Life
I would just like to verify something you already knew, by writing it down for the sake of posterior: I have no life. I am at the point of my 100+ year romp through the wilderness where I have no time or energy for anything besides chores, work, making sure that the people under 35 in my home stay in one piece, occasionally reading, and watching Big Brother. That looks damned pitiful and, I am pretty sure if you look it up in the Urban Dictionary, is exactly the definition of "having no life." I almost had some hobbies once, but then we had a Goozie Magoo instead, so now I am back to the no life thing.
Someday I will have a life and I will want to remember these days...
Someday I will have a life and I will want to remember these days...
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Stooping Even Lower Than Spaghetti-os
Tonight for dinner Magoo had 1/2 cup of Marshmallow Fruit Loops soaked in milk, a dozen goldfish crackers, and a slab of Velveeeeeeeeeetah.
Fatty's Got Several Issues and the Big One is the Weather Man

Every day of my recent life, between 5 PM and 6 PM, several significant parts of the universe collide with the sort of life altering explosion that makes me run for the box of cheap wine:
- I look up from my computer (where I've been engrossed in trying to work for the past 8-10 hours) to see, horrified and feeling exactly like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, that it's happening again...
- Children start coming out of the wood work, yelling "I'm HONGRY! What's fer dinner? NO I DON'T WANT THAT!"
- Someone shorter than waist-level starts yanking on my clothes, usually screaming.
- Bumpus walks in from work, hoping against hope to find a happy Cleaver Clan waiting with no snot on their faces, skids in their shorts, or stench of cheap boxed whine on their breath.
- Katie Couric comes on the TV.
- I realize that I have no Martha Stewart-worthy meal prepared and no loverly tablescape to serve it on.
- I realize that I don't even have the ingredients available for the above.
- I look at the house, which seems to have been hit once again by the dual devastation of Hurricane Magoo and Hurricane Rufus while I was engrossed in my work.
- I suddenly need a nap.
- The weather man comes on TV.
The result is that I go from zero to bitchy in less than 1.27 seconds. And nothing tops that off with a bigger gulp of wine than the weather man. Now, I have nothing against our own particular weather man. It's ALL OF THEM. Why are they all so damned Katy Couricky perky? Is it because they are going to make guesses that might not come true and that 9 out of 10 times we're not going to like what they say any way? Willard Scott is the worst at being overly sir-up-ee, hippity happity doo. I'd like to stick a pencil up his nose.
What we need in this world is a "real life" weather man. How about "reality TV weather"? This person would come on looking slightly rumpled, no make up, possibly slurring due to cheap boxed wine. He would say things like "Hey you bunch of domps! It's hotter than hell outside! What the hell are you doing leaving your kids in the car?!?" or he might say, "I've seen more than my share of idiots driving 80 mph in the rain. If you mental midgets haven't looked outside yet, it's raining, so slow down!" Or how about "yep, it's rained almost 2 inches today, enough that your Fido's turd has floated into your neighbor's yard...now your neighbor has another reason to hate your sorry ass."
Then at least I would know it was a real person and not a Max Hedroom talking to me.
Do I sound a little annoyed? Just look at what time I posted this.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
A Poem for My Sister
AUNT CHOC! AUNT CHOC!
Oh what do you do?
When yer pink feathered tutu
Is covered in poo?
Oh what do you do?
When yer pink feathered tutu
Is covered in poo?
Fatty Takes a Salad Break.
It's Either That or Go to Choc's House for Some Fiber Pills
One thing that is GAR-AN-TEEEEEEED to get me to stop shovelling greasy, delicious food into my mouth is the thought of eating anything while wearing a bathing suit. If we were forced to eat nekked, we'd all be supermodels. So amidst my Harry Potter obsessing and my getting back to my beans-and-rice-in-a-bottle South Texas Mexican roots, the ladies formerly known as "play group" (makes them sound like a bunch of candy ass soccer moms but just put a trough of margaritas in front of them and watch what ensues) planned a pool side pot luck tomorrow. The thought of my jiggling at that fiesta sent me straight to the internet to look for a salad recipe. Here is what I found, from Cousin Tracy's blog.
Cranberry Pecan Couscous Salad in Lemon Dressing
Fatty's Four Word Food Review: HOLY CRAP IT'S GOOD!
Cranberry Pecan Couscous Salad in Lemon Dressing
Fatty's Four Word Food Review: HOLY CRAP IT'S GOOD!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
This Made Me Laugh: "texas witness protection"
On our hit counter (didn't the Sopranos have one of them, too?), I like to look up what references lead people here to our comfy little corner of space. This one made me laugh: a Google search for "texas witness protection" comes up with one result, a blog entry from back in 2005. The one with the wet bulldog. That is before he became certifiably epileptic.
You have to use the parentheses or else it doesn't work. How many of anything only produce one search result on Google anymore? I mean, my lord on Ba'hi, a search for "great googly moogly" turns up 66,600 results. Typing in "rastafarian kitty" gets you at least three, and even "toenail phobia" gets you nine.
Does this mean I get some sort of award for creativity in B.S.?
I'm going to wait by my front door...Ed McMahon may be here any moment.
PS: "ed mcmahon" gets you 386,000 results. Now this reference makes it 386,001.
You have to use the parentheses or else it doesn't work. How many of anything only produce one search result on Google anymore? I mean, my lord on Ba'hi, a search for "great googly moogly" turns up 66,600 results. Typing in "rastafarian kitty" gets you at least three, and even "toenail phobia" gets you nine.
Does this mean I get some sort of award for creativity in B.S.?
I'm going to wait by my front door...Ed McMahon may be here any moment.
PS: "ed mcmahon" gets you 386,000 results. Now this reference makes it 386,001.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Shake Yo Booty, Girlfriend!
Check out the moves. She is a little camera shy and so stops the full-throttle boogie down when she sees me filming. Yo Mama: That is your loverly birthday baby electronic club music in the background.
Fatty is a Southern Mexican Belle, After All
Hang on to your cholesterol readings! Here's the next recipe, guaranteed to make your general practitioner shake his chubby little finger at you.
Eggs in Hell
Eggs in Hell
I won't bore you with the details, but it is eggs poached in homemade ranchero sauce. The inspiration for it is on page 28 of THE BOOK referenced below. However, because I'm a good Southern Mexican girl, I laddled it over some grits rather than serving it with flour tortillas.
There are some vegetables in there somewhere...
The Fall Garden, Phase I
Fatty's Food Endorsement: I Like Spaghetti-os.
And yes, I am embarrassed to admit it! I hadn't eaten them in about 20 years and would have told you that I found them to be pretty damned nasty, but Goozie threw one at me today, it landed on my lip, I ate it and decided it wasn't so bad after all.
That was Chef Boyardee spaghetti rings and meatballs. Only 222 calories for a 3/4 cup serving. Next time the hurricane heads this way, I'll forgo the oatmeal and stock up on CB and cheap wine instead!
That was Chef Boyardee spaghetti rings and meatballs. Only 222 calories for a 3/4 cup serving. Next time the hurricane heads this way, I'll forgo the oatmeal and stock up on CB and cheap wine instead!
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Did U Ever C 1 of These?
Yo Mama Got a New Obsession

When it is hot I just add a little salt and butter and sit down for a feast, sorta like grits
or somthing. Then with the cold leftovers I add chopped onion, tomato, bell pepper,
celery or whatever be in the house and have a nice luncheonette. Best news is that
ain't no body else in the house (cept Lucy) that thinks it even smells good, and it DUZ
smell. Yum >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> not as good as Mesican Chow but sure
is a quick and easy Meal For One. Those who don't take to it eat cereal. :--))))))
Also good with a little gravy, warm, when you B having Lemon Pepper chicken or
Pork tenderloin. Nizest thing there is that I don't have to eat the pkg. Mac & Cheese.
Kaptain Had a Tantrum
Got PLENTY MAD at the VW people over his 2006 car. Dealership charged him $85 to change the oil and with the price of fuel going up up and away, he just said Shuck It. So last Sunday, lightening, rain, downpour, horrible traffic and all, we got lost and ended up in a memorable section of North Miami and he found this lovely Ko-re-ann edition. Told that salesman that he wanted to trade even, would not give him A DIME, NOT ONE DIME. So the poor guy figured and figured and figured and said all he needed was $1776 and it was OURS!. Kaptain told him again, NOT ONE DIME, so the poor devil figured and figured and figured and came back, all smiling....all they needed was $750. Kaptain said loud and clear, NOT ONE DIME. Some 6-7 hours later we were home and still had our last dime. It really is a winner, first vehicle he has had that I've said was "Our Car". THAT got his attention. In the photo we were parked in front of our friends home at Merritt Island, this is their front view, got another out the back.
Nothing left but the Sawdust
There it sits in the back yard, probably 12 feet
across. We have 60 days from demolition to
plant another tree but the city has to approve
the size and kind of tree.
The Flag Was Flying
I Think That I Shall Never Saw
It wuz a day 2 remember ............... the lovely Oak tree, perhaps 55 years old, it shaded the kitchen window and the windows to the porch which is the dining room. Took all one evening, the next whole day, the next half day. Look at the hole in the trunk.........
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
The Shadowcards Agree...
Just for good measure, I went to http://shadowcards.com/, which I am now relying on for valuable social and financial advice, and I asked: "Will I ever be able to make the perfect steaming greasy plate of enchiladas, with lots of cheese and onions and guacamole salad?" (Reference Robert Earl Keen, Jr's "The Front Porch Song," which I just quoteth.)
And as an answer, I got back the word "wisdom" and a picture of a road going into a forest. This most definitely means that I will proceed on my adventure into the forest of Mexican cuisine, full of dangers like heartburn and excessive gas, but that I will emerge full of smarts, a Chili Queen blessed with wisdom and a lifetime supply of Bean-O.
I'm not thinking this is a low-calorie adventure...but I will sacrifice myself for the cause.
HEY FATTY JR!: Fire up that margarita machine! When we come in August, I will have a grand cheese enchilada unveiling that will make me very thirsty!
And as an answer, I got back the word "wisdom" and a picture of a road going into a forest. This most definitely means that I will proceed on my adventure into the forest of Mexican cuisine, full of dangers like heartburn and excessive gas, but that I will emerge full of smarts, a Chili Queen blessed with wisdom and a lifetime supply of Bean-O.
I'm not thinking this is a low-calorie adventure...but I will sacrifice myself for the cause.
HEY FATTY JR!: Fire up that margarita machine! When we come in August, I will have a grand cheese enchilada unveiling that will make me very thirsty!
Fatty Gets Mexican, Part II: Learning My Cheese Enchiladas

This is just about my favorite cookbook I own. It contains all of those recipes that I have tried to find on the open internet but have not been able to locate. Finding good recipes for Tex-Mex is a challenge. Too many people make chili con carne that tastes like spaghetti sauce and cheese enchiladas that contain velveeta.
Then I got cookbook. Tonight I made Chili Gravy (p. 74) and Original Cheese Enchiladas (p. 75).
Lessons Learned:
- Don't add any salt until you can taste test, especially if you use stock made out of bulllion.
- Don't use cheap chili powder.
I used high priced "Ancho Chili Powder," which had a good, smokey flavor but was not spot-on for the sort of cheese enchiladas you get in good restaurants. - Don't turn up the heat on the Chili Gravy as high as you think.
I used medium-high heat (7), and my flour browned way too quickly, in 30 seconds, not 3-4 minutes. Next time, I will set the heat on 5. - Add a little extra flour. My sauce was too thin--it needed to be a tiny bit thicker. Next time, I will add one tablespoon extra flour and be careful not to add too much water.
- Lard would be better than vegetable oil. The only lard in my house was stuck firmly to my backside, and I wasn't about to cook with it. I have seen Cat Crap's tub-o-lard (in a can, not on her can, which bears no resemblance due to all that fiber and chasing fifth graders!) and will be looking for the same.
- Update: Knowing I should research my cultural cuisine project carefully, Bumpus ran me over to our fay-vor-ite restaurant-run-by-a-pack-of-awesome-Mexican-ladies. I consulted with one of this wondermous people, and she said that they use only vegetable oil in everything except their tamales. The masa contains lard. Vegetable oil (not shortening) for all other cooking.
Even with my blunders the first recipe was more than edible. And it was damned fine with a large serving of cheap white wine.
Fatty Gets Mexican, Part I
I have to start off by explaining myself.
One of my good friends is of "Hispanic" ethnicity. That means she is Mexican. She grew up in Dallas but doesn't have big hair and her family's roots are in Mexico. She readily calls herself "Mexican," which I absolutely love because (1) that is what she is, (2) she is proud of her ethnic background, and (3) she isn't screwing around with words like "Hispanic" (which could mean a person from any country south of the US, thank you Mr. Nixon) or "Chicana" (which, when I was little and living in South Texas where most people are "Mexican," I used to think meant "from Chicago"). She is blunt and honest and she is who she is. I love that.
And I want to be like her, celebrate the huge part of my culture that came from growing up in South Texas. I may be white but I am damned proud to be a little Mexican, too. How could I not be a little Mexican, with Yo Mama feeding me beans and rice out of a bottle with the nipple cut off, TC teaching me to count to 10 in Spanish before I could do it in English, and all those Christmas Eve dinners of tamales and beans and chili?
So this summer, now that Goozie is one year old and blessing me by sleeping until 8 AM or later most mornings, and I don't have to get childrens ready for school and all that, I have a little more energy for adventures. This isn't necessarily good news to Bumpus, who then has to put up with my adventures.
What to do with an adventurous mind and no money? Accomplish some of my cooking goals! That and find an embroidered Mexican dress for Goozie (like those I used to have when I was 10-13 years old). The latter will come in good time. So we're off to the kitchen for my adventures...
One of my good friends is of "Hispanic" ethnicity. That means she is Mexican. She grew up in Dallas but doesn't have big hair and her family's roots are in Mexico. She readily calls herself "Mexican," which I absolutely love because (1) that is what she is, (2) she is proud of her ethnic background, and (3) she isn't screwing around with words like "Hispanic" (which could mean a person from any country south of the US, thank you Mr. Nixon) or "Chicana" (which, when I was little and living in South Texas where most people are "Mexican," I used to think meant "from Chicago"). She is blunt and honest and she is who she is. I love that.
And I want to be like her, celebrate the huge part of my culture that came from growing up in South Texas. I may be white but I am damned proud to be a little Mexican, too. How could I not be a little Mexican, with Yo Mama feeding me beans and rice out of a bottle with the nipple cut off, TC teaching me to count to 10 in Spanish before I could do it in English, and all those Christmas Eve dinners of tamales and beans and chili?
So this summer, now that Goozie is one year old and blessing me by sleeping until 8 AM or later most mornings, and I don't have to get childrens ready for school and all that, I have a little more energy for adventures. This isn't necessarily good news to Bumpus, who then has to put up with my adventures.
What to do with an adventurous mind and no money? Accomplish some of my cooking goals! That and find an embroidered Mexican dress for Goozie (like those I used to have when I was 10-13 years old). The latter will come in good time. So we're off to the kitchen for my adventures...
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